POWER DESCRIPTIONS

Siren’s Song---
As was stated, Augustus’ Natural Ability enables him the capability of being able to ease people into some sort of trance to either metaphorically or literally lure and attract them in his own favor. Despite the fact that he often tends to do so in a non-musical manner, filled with heated gazes and seductive tones alone nowadays, he does sometimes allow his singing voice to give off his ability’s effect from time to time. Having been trained in a specialized unit when he had received military training and experience on the battlefield for the handful of soldiers who had powers like himself, he is truthfully rather skilled in his abilities. As obscure and odd as it may be, he has managed to mesmerize foes during negotiations through both tune and normal speech alike, so it is safe to say that he could more or less easily do the same to any other civilian in his leisure if he felt the need to.

When he isn’t quite being serious, however, he is known to use it on everyone in general, though is sometimes known to prioritize it on the ladies for sake of preference.

Carnal Sight---
Pretty self-explanatory. While it doesn’t quite hold any sort of major capabilities in the midst of battle, he has still been known to use it fairly often out of curiosity, as well as to help him perceive and handle things in his side line of work. Many times, he’ll give this secondary ability of his a quick use in order to examine those that he performs for, and, depending on how the person in question has been doing as far as sexual activity goes, will more than likely adjust the intensity of his performance - which is already pretty fired up as it is - specifically for them. While it hadn’t provided as much use and benefit as his Siren’s Song had during his service, he still puts it to good use with his secondary job, when his teaching day and assistance is over and night falls.

APPEARANCE

To start matters, it’s safe to say that, when pushing all other factors and facts aside to focus solely on appearances, Augustus is quite the sight to behold overall. Going down the list, his skin is of a lighter, yet ever so faintly tanned hue, due to the fact that he often spends much of his time outdoors - be it for leisure or for athletic purposes - for prolonged periods of time when he isn’t working either one of his jobs. Softer to the touch than most other men, it also proves to be much fairer in comparison to many other people- especially within the palms of his hands, which, more or less, would make any swift, ghostly touches that he graces upon the people that he serves and works with more on the pleasant side, depending on who exactly he interacted with. Proven to be completely blank as far as excess markings go, with the small exception of two tribal tattoos that run parallel to one another and wrap around his right wrist, connecting together to create a rather tiny frame on its underside. Blank as of now, though he has told his friends and whatnot that he plans to tattoo the name of his partner within it when/if he finds one. Alongside this, he maintains hair of a mid-length, darkened hair of a seeming abyssal black. With a natural sort of bounce and volume through staying still and moving around alike, those that he knows have been known to describe it as somewhat soft and fluffy, thus often making him more or less prone to unwanted hair touches by his friends and younger companions. Contrasting greatly against his hair are the final, most prominent features of his facial region: his eyes. Narrowed in shape to some degree, either one of them holds a bold, electrical aquamarine hue; the type that one’s attention would almost immediately draw to out of all other surroundings. From many past experiences, he has been told that they give off a sort of mesmerizing and hypnotic effect if looked at for too long- but whether or not that’s due to his first ability or not could more or less remain a mystery. Stands at a height of six feet and three inches, all while weighing in at an average of one hundred and eighty-nine pounds; a good portion of that weight being muscle.

As far as his normal, everyday clothing goes, his wardrobe is slightly expanded, though often sticks to the more casual side of things. Most days, you can catch him wearing a simple, somewhat tighter shirt that could either be a longsleeve or a shortsleeve, depending on the weather and temperature outdoors during a given day. Should it be cooler, then he may wear a collared, button-up dress shirt over it, with possibly a final, hooded jacket over it if the weather truly does call for a necessary third layer. For the lower body, he’ll likely be caught wearing a pair of jeans - often of a darkened, stonewashed navy blue, or possibly even a darker grey or black - which will be held up by a black, studded belt. The shoes that he’ll wear alongside this general attire will usually be from some type of athletic sports brand, though are known to be in darker colorings. While this may be his normal choice of everyday attire, however, that definitely doesn’t go to say that this is all he wears. On other days, he may dress rather formally, or perhaps even semi-casual. There may even be times when he goes out in a simple tank top and sweatpants, due to just lacking the care to make himself overly presentable. It all really just depends on the day, as well as how willing he is to commit to his appearance. No matter what, though, he will always be caught wearing a simple promise ring on the ring finger of his right hand and another on the ring finger of the opposite hand, as well as chain with a pendant in the shape of a guitar hanging from it. In the instances in which he’s seen off work, he’ll also normally be caught wearing a pair of glasses- though more for symbolic purposes, rather than necessity’s sake.

When it comes to his second source of work, on the other hand, he tends to have two primary modes: casual and formal. Either way, each style is pretty self-explanatory, and will pretty much always end up in a lewd scenario nonetheless. Depending on the type of crowds that he performs for, he’ll either dress in a full, gentleman’s tuxedo - only to likely and literally tear it off later on - or will go out on the stage within nothing more than a baggy jacket, sweatpants, and, more times than not, some type of baseball cap or snapback hat.

Regardless of his chosen style, however, the clothes that he chooses to enter in will end up scattered across the room by the time he’s done with his own little show- and his body in general will be more than obvious to be noticed by then, even with how thin and possibly even lanky he may appear to be with his ‘work clothes’ on.

PERSONALITY

Sly, witty, and sarcastic, with a side of suggestive. Those four terms would likely be among the most used, as well as the most accurate, to describe Augustus with on a normal basis. From the moment one encounters him, they would know almost immediately that he’s pretty lenient, open, and approachable- but the innocent should best beware, since he is one to allow a sort of inappropriate sense of humor to surface from time to time. Despite this witty and devilish side of his, however, he’s actually very social and pretty tame and easy to get along with so long as you stay on his good side. He does have a temper to take note of when pushed too far, but so long as you show him that you have a sense of humor and aren’t too overly hurt over simple remarks, you’ll likely have a good amount of fun when around him, be it through simple, casual encounters, or possibly through a party and clubbing experience late in the evening.

This normal demeanor of his remains by default when he works his second job, though to a smaller degree. For sake of a customer’s pleasure, he maintains his confident front in order to make his audience swoon for him whenever necessary, but, if they so much as hinted or asked him straight out, he’d assume a type of personality and behavior that would they would appreciate the most in order to get them riled up for the night ahead of them. If someone so wanted, he would continue with his confident act, or would perhaps even switch towards a more submissive sort of act, among other things. It would all really depend on the person that he focuses on at a given moment in time.

Pushing both normal and work-oriented personas aside for the meantime, however, Augustus, much like any other person, does have another, gentler, and more thoughtful side to him as a result of historically-influenced experiences. When in this state of mind, he often grows distant, and may need a few snaps or shouts before he comes back to reality and gives whoever was requesting his attention so much as a glance. He’ll likely also be significantly more mellow and reserved, laying his normal demeanor at bay to some minor degree. Out of all times, instances, and scenarios, he’ll probably end up acting this way when he finds himself seemingly alone, or after he sings or plays a tune for whatever reason.

BIOGRAPHY

We starting now? Aaaaah, alright, cool.

Let’s see… Well, to start things off… Hi~. Name’s Augustus Emilio Eckstein II, but feel free to call me August or something else if you want. Whatever’s easiest for you. Just know that my birthday’s actually on February 7th and not August- because yeah, people have asked me that because of my name. And... Hm… Well, I’m a Hellion, obviously, meaning my parents are Hellions, too. As could be guessed by the numeral part of my name, I was named after my father, Augustus Emilio Eckstein I. My mom’s name is Lauren Tatsuko Eckstein, formerly Revelez, so I got some Hispanic and Japanese blood in me, alongside German~. I had a sibling, too. Her name was Emilia, but...well, she died earlier on, sad to say... Some kinda shooting happened a while back. Happened roughly two years or so ago by now, when, er...a lot of other things happened. Would’ve been twenty this year. ...Poor girl was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Went out with her friends one night, and...well, that was honestly the last time I saw her alive.

...Saving that for a bit later, though… Eeeeeh, well… My childhood was more or less okay. My parents are admittedly ex-convicts, but they got their act together. Eventually opened up a local restaurant once they cleaned themselves up and got married, just a few years before I was born. They made a lot of profit and whatnot when they first started, and they’re actually still doing pretty damn well to this day. With the business going strong, they were able to provide for me, and actually ended up spoiling me a lot- which I legitimately have come to be thankful for, now. From what I know, there was a slight rock as far as sales and business went when Mom got pregnant with Emilia when I was six. For sake of taking care of her, she left Dad in charge of the restaurant to take care of her before managing to contact one of our aunts and uncles to step in so she could go back. The next few years afterwards, we stayed under their care, but I remember really clearly that I’d go out of my way to take as much care of Emilia as I could when she was a baby, man.

...I loved her to Hell and back. Still do.

Needless to say, we were close. Like...really close. Y’know the type of siblings that could spend days on end insulting each other and screaming at each other on a normal basis but would instantly take a complete one-eighty and help the other out if they needed it? That was basically us. Things were always fun and games between the two of us. Sure, the Hellion blood that we have going through our family made things kinda heated and unforgiving at times, but… By the end of the day, we saw eye to eye again, and all was well. Although we’d never admit it to one another, we’d basically do anything for each other. That’s-... That’s how solid our bond was. And...I still consider her just as close today, even though she’s not here anymore.

Looping back to that deal a bit later, though. Trust me, there’s gonna be-... Er, well kind of a connecting point later on. Like, not directly connected, but everything that leads up to that makes some kinda layered and ongoing effect. Anywho~... When I started highschool, it’s pretty much a given that I made a lot of newer friends. Some came and stayed; others left after a little while. Either way, life happened as it normally does for overly dramatic and sometimes hormone-driven teenagers. Along the way, though, I met a girl during sophomore year. Her name was Nicole Baelfire. A funny and just outright amazing girl as much as she was beautiful and charming. ...By the way I’m ranting about her like that, I’m pretty sure you could guess what ended up happening, right? Yeah, you can~.

We did start dating, yeah. To be totally honest, it was more of, like...an experiment at first. Testing the waters, y’know? Neither of us expected the relationship to last more than a couple of years, let alone past highschool, but… It happened. It happened, and...well, it lasted pretty long. Long enough for us to...get engaged. It was gamble considering we were fresh outta college at age twenty-two, but...it happened. And you can be sure as Hell that it made me happy as fuck. Not necessarily the happiest man alive at the time since there were definitely other guys in the world who were happier than I was for whatever reason, but… Heh. It was pretty high up there.

But, uh...things started going downhill a little bit afterwards.

It specifically started on New Year's Eve, barely bordering the same year that I would’ve turned twenty-three, so...it would’ve been roughly a year after graduation and engagement, as early as everything was. Pretty close to the wedding, too- and I was pretty damn excited and anxious for it all the same since I wanted to get it over with before I got thrown back into the military since I enrolled into a military academy to strike my English and Arts major down while preparing myself for the field at the same time. We got trained in special power-oriented groups and whatnot to leverage the powers that we had and stuff, and it was then that I started embracing my own powers a little bit more for what they were. Uncovered them when I was younger at around twelve or thirteen, yeah, but, like...it was easy for me to be lowkey about everything. Mesmerizing voices could have just been easily mistaken for really good singing, and...well, I didn't really have a reason to go snooping at other people's private lives.

...Aaaaanyways, though~.

Nicole and I would always watch the fireworks on New Year's Eve as soon as the clock struck midnight, and ended up staying out for a couple more hours afterwards, stargazing and just having little talks between us. ...It was a little habit and routine of ours to discuss our goals for the year, and to make a small, annual promise to stay with one another for the duration of the new year. That night began the same way; we watched the fireworks, and continued to watch the skies while laying on the grass and stuff. Along the lines, though, my eyes started to, er-... Well, they kinda screwed up a little bit. At first, they started hurting. I blinked a few times, but the more I did, the blurrier things got. After just a few seconds, all I could see was...black. Black darkness. I...pretty much went blind.

Both Nicole and I freaked out, of course. We cut our annual stargazing session short, and she took me to the hospital to see what was wrong. Turns out that I was unfortunate enough to have a double retinal detachment. To fix it, we scheduled a surgery day, but the bummer was that I had to stay at the hospital until then. No normal dance lessons that I’d grown accustomed to ever since I was a kid. No hanging out with my friends; no hanging out with Nicki… None of that stuff for a while. I mean, I understood why, since it was probably for the better and so I could get immediate help and stuff if something else happened, but...yeah, it was still a bummer. Due to an influx of patients at the time, they had to schedule the surgery three weeks or so after everything initially happened. So...I waited.

That...doesn’t go to say that nothing happened during those three weeks, though. In fact, a lot of shit hit the fan, much, uh...much...to my sorrow. ...See, for maybe a month or two before the new year had begun, Nicki hadn’t been feeling as hot as she normally did, but she always dismissed it because it always seemed to be temporary. Despite that, though, it just so happened that Nicole went in to see her own doctor a few days after I was declared bedridden. Apparently had a really bad cough attack to the point where it felt like her chest was concaving in on itself, and I think I also remember her telling me that there was a little bit of blood at some point. The day after, she set up a last-minute appointment. She was checked out, and...well, she...found out she had cancer. Not even at an early stage; it was straight to stage four lung cancer for her. We managed to talk it over with the doctors to get a room for us to split once it was made clear that she’d have to be bedridden, too, so...we...just…tried continuing on as normally as we could. We talked, we laughed sometimes… But unlike the other instances, there was always that that underlying sense of dread and anticipation for obvious reasons.

That continued on for the remainder of those three weeks, and my original plan was to visit Nicole every day for as long as it took - if not protest against the nurses to spend the night on occasion - after the surgery was done and over with. To make the situation worse for my family in general, though, something...happened...on the day of my surgery. Not to me, but to Emilia. Being a sophomore in highschool by then, going out with her friends was a pretty normal occurrence- and that’s what she did that day. Her plans were to go out the day before my surgery and then get back earlier so she could head to bed and head to the hospital bright and early in the morning to see me, since my operation was scheduled during the night, making it so that, by the time I woke up, I’d likely wake up to sunlight filtering through my window. Instead of going at that time, though, she...came a little bit later.

On a stretcher. ...Headed straight to the emergency room. It happened to be during the time that my surgery was happening, so I wasn’t able to find out about it until it was a bit too late, but a shooting occurred at the mall that she and her friends went out to. Maybe an hour or so before she planned to leave, some guy and his buddies opened fire on a ton of people there. She was in a critical condition when she first arrived, and they actually managed to patch her up and stabilize her for a short time, but she died during the latter stages of my surgery… Or...so I was told, at least.

...That being said, one of the first things I ended up seeing was my sister, dead. Not too long after that, in a coffin, too. Didn’t get much better past that, either, because of the situation Nicole was in. Following Emilia’s funeral, I did end up sticking with my routine of visiting her daily, but… It was a lot harder for me than I thought it would be. By the day, she grew weaker and weaker… Frailer. The life from her eyes, literally fading and being replaced by a look of defeat. She fought and I supported, and it...wasn’t too long until she ended up joining my sister.

...For what it’s worth, though...we did end up getting married before it happened. It wasn’t the extravagant type that we planned, but...it was good enough for me, so long as it was made official. It was a small, session-like ceremony with nothing more than us, our parents, and a chaplain. Then...she died maybe a month or so after. She died, but...she died mine. As Mrs. Eckstein.

And...well, I’ve obviously been a widower ever since. A young widower; no more than probably a year or so later. For sake of preserving myself and giving myself a better chance to live for Nicki’s sake, I backed outta the military life and all the goals I had. Still have the pretty sweet body that I got from the training, but yeah...I backed out of it for her. It’s hurt to live without her and all, yeah, but...I’d rather live without her and try to move on for her sake than be dead on the inside and throw myself into war without a damn to give about her or anyone else. So, here I am.

Here at twenty-four, now. College graduate with degrees in both English and Performing Arts, buuut I’m shooting for masters while I’m gonna be a teacher’s aid for one of the other English teachers, all while doing my own dancing thing. Former military officer candidate. Admittedly may or may not have picked up a job as a nightlife gigolo or something like that ever since coming back for the extra cash since it meshes well with what I can do, buuuut that’s ultimately a secret to keep from the kiddies~.

And...yeah. After all that’s happened, I’m just...looking for a fresh start by now. After losing so much, all I really want is to move on as best as I can.

...Something that I’m pretty dead-set on, if I do say so myself~.

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